When she grew tired of this, Remedios jumped from her sister’s lap, and began to run about the garden. Presently she appeared riding astride of the donkey.
“The child is wild today,” said Rafaela, gazing severely at Remedios.
The little girl noticed that her sister was annoyed, and jumping from the donkey at the risk of falling, she went up to her.
“Juan said that we can pick oranges now.”
“Girlie, will you kindly be less of a busybody, and a little more quiet?”
“Well, that’s what he said!” exclaimed Remedios, making an expressive gesture, and rolling her great, black eyes.
Quentin began to laugh. Rafaela joined him.
“What are you laughing at?” demanded Remedios of her sister.
“I’m not laughing, child.”
“Yes, you are. Let’s get out of here.”